After the eternity of getting the boys both into their snow gear (and Bubba taking off his really hard to put on gloves once before realizing, oh I should keep these on and me learning, boots first then mittens), Dagny kept screaming from her crib that she wanted in on the action. The boys were so excited, just itching at the door to get out.
|the crew ready for action!|
|Dagny couldn't figure out how to move in her snowsuit|
It was at this precise time that Bubba decided throwing snowballs at his little sister would be fun. Poor Dagny didn't even flinch, she just sat there and looked slightly bewildered, slightly amused, not sure if she was supposed to cry or laugh. I dusted the snow off her and she continued to watch the boys. She got quite a quick out of when Jordan threw snowballs. I imagine she will be quite the sassy snowball thrower when she's physically big enough to get around in snow gear.
Bubba made some snow angels, ran around throwing snowballs at me, and Jordan went about digging some of the snow and looking for rocks underneath. He hiked around the snow, threw snowballs at me, Grandma (who came after we started and hung out with us too... perks of living near grandparents!), and Grandma's car. I suggested getting the sled out but they didn't want it, they simply wanted to play in the snow at their leisure so I happily obliged.
|picture perfect snow statue|
|after being assaulted by gege|
|snow angels, rolling around, snowballs, etc.|
Who said there aren't perks to living in snowy Salt Lake City? We got a playground of snow just outside. But seriously, how many more times do you think we'll make it out again this year?